People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Nuclear Brand Insani-Tea ~ Philip Brent Harris

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Dissonant, dark, and dangerous,
entirely lost in translation, or
can you tell me the meaning?
Why we are driven to distraction
within the scope of our sound
carried to another time and place,
another space which is locked
within the terror and our horror
committed on humans by humans?
How do we pretend to accept?

Might we climb slowly from
the ruins of our past, claim the
remembered atrocities which we
perpetrated and will do again?
I do not know the answer to
this critical question Neither
does any other, when knowing
could bring pause to our chaos.
Our most mighty cities naught but
future ruins for unknown aliens.

How painful we hear the random
strokes of a clock, which does not
tell the time, but remembers it.
Run! The guns fire and the armies
charge, bayonets fixed on muzzles
of their automatic weapons. Run!
We know no better, despite what
any so-called leaders or holy
figures might deign to tell us,
they make no answers obvious.

Weep me now my tears forever,
until every land, nation drowned
in the deep rain of abject sorrow.
Softly the winds blow, but icy,
set to freeze us to the marrow.
I can neither tell nor believe the
height of our daily folly, the
boundless scope of our fell hubris.
Might you help me understand;
connecting me to you and to all.

The troops march and tanks roll,
as if we are entitled to such rank
destruction. Our wrath unleashing
far worse then Zeus or Thor, flinging
thunderbolts of sentient lightning.
For our aim is the utter devastation
of other people and distant nations.
We will never grow contrite to the
point we ask for forgiveness and we
can never expect to receive succor.

Fell birds of prey flock the fields,
feasting on death, our fallen future.
Since we know so much better, how
do we call this anything but absurd
that multitudes should fight and die
for power and the whims of wealth.
No care may be given or taken to
protect people nor anyone’s peace
when a chance of profit to make,
power gained, however fleeting.

The funeral procession advances
step-by-step through the country,
into and out of the many villages
and the cities which they serve.
Even if all of us lost the bombs,
we have left as piles of rubble and
personal detritus, the most mawkish
trash, it would only recall dead
leaves, which leaves us utterly lost,
as if our lives have no meaning.

Give us this day our daily war.
Feed us our madness and mayhem
of starkest tragedy. How very sad.
How fearsome and frightened we
have grown into our ignorance.
For we are not stupid, or not all,
merely uniformed, misinformed
in our angry, hate-filled solitude.
Whenever two or three of us are
gathered together, bring us dread.

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Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,

Unite the World

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Nuclear Brand Insani-Tea ~ Philip Brent Harris